Episode 213
“How old are you?”
“I’m 19 years old.”
“What about the Academy?”
“I graduated. Last year.”
He shrugged.
My older sister and I were in the same grade.
“Why did I save you… It’s simple, as I said before, because you are without sin.”
“… … .”
“I don’t kill innocent children. Some of you may have a grudge against me. It’s natural for there to be. No matter how much trash they are, they were your father and mother, and your family.”
Immobile looks at me with an expression that says he can’t understand.
I ignored it for now.
“We will reorganize welfare at the kingdom level. One of them is the ‘Orphanage.’ It is a welfare facility that takes in orphans who have lost their parents in disasters or accidents, and provides them with food and shelter. There are some young children among you, right? Those children, those under 13, will be raised at the kingdom level. We will also find new nannies. Does this end here? Of course not. When you turn 14, you will be admitted to the Academy. Of course, you will have to study separately. The Academy is not a place for dogs or cows.”
“… … .”
“And the rest, the ones over 14 years old, from what I’ve seen, are the ones who were pushed back in the hierarchy. They should have entered the Academy long ago, but since they’re not direct descendants, they’re just treated like luggage. That’s you guys. Of course, in the case of special cases like Immobile, there are only ‘three’ people, so let’s pass. But.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t you feel greedy?”
“… … Greed?”
“The family is not always such a good thing. No matter what you do, it all ends up being done by the family, and your work is buried. Of course, there are also cases where it is the opposite. Manipulating and spreading the word to exaggerate achievements. But that is impossible for collaterals like you. Because… … collaterals.”
“… … .”
“There must be people who want revenge on me. There should be. It would be strange if there weren’t. But that revenge wouldn’t be easy.”
He wiggled his fingers and laughed.
“Enter the academy and learn about the world. Learn politics, learn commerce, learn information science, learn the sword. Then, after learning like that, you will gain strength and grow stronger.”
I looked into Immobile’s eyes.
“Take revenge on me. If you don’t want to take revenge, then find something you want to do. I can help you if you want.”
“… … .”
“If there are any of you who want to become mercenaries, tell me. If there are any of you who want to go down to the countryside and live a leisurely life just farming, tell me. I will do whatever you want. I will give you until tomorrow. Think carefully before you tell me. This is an issue that will affect your lives.”
So I stood up from my seat.
Let’s leave the president’s office with Aveiro, leaving behind the kids who were just sitting there blankly.
The guy asks.
“Sir, are you alright?”
“what?”
“I know it may be presumptuous of me to say this, but I feel like I’m inviting danger for no reason.”
Self-inflicted: refers to causing something to happen by oneself.
“No one knows how those children will grow up. No matter how much they are collateral, not all of them are collateral. No matter how clean they are, you can’t be sure what they will think. A source of anxiety, yes. Those children are definitely a source of anxiety.”
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I found myself smiling faintly at Aveiro’s worried words.
No, how can you not laugh?
“When I first met you, I was your enemy.”
“… … .”
“But what about now?”
“It’s the relationship between a lord and his subordinate. I respect him as if he were my life.”
Look at the lip service.
If he hadn’t worked as an informant, he would have become a giant in the service industry.
“They will end up like you.”
“Is that so?”
“There may be some who are not like that. But what if there are? It’s my whim that gives them a chance, but it’s not me who makes the result, it’s them. If that’s their choice, then I have to respect it.”
“… … .”
“At that time, they were kids who could have been killed, but now, they are kids who don’t need to be killed. Why are kids kids? They are kids because they can change and grow. Even if I call myself a gangster, I’m not that bad. Do you, Inma, want the guy you serve to be a gangster?”
“Actually, I don’t mind. I just like it when my lord is like his lord.”
I guess I was mistaken.
Our Aveiro may actually already be a giant in the service industry.
“You look very tired. Just take care of those kids in the president’s office and then go get some rest. What about my sister?”
“You are currently taking the Ironblood Knights to absorb the Maurice Counts, who are closest to the Mantis County. You know Maurice Counts, right? They are famous for their seafood and have a fairly well-placed naval force… … .”
He nodded and put his hand on Aveiro’s shoulder.
“I don’t know anything about it, except that it’s famous for seafood. But other than that, what else do I need to know? You just need to know.”
I looked into Aveiro’s eyes, which were sparkling with emotion, and smiled.
“If we take Count Maurice’s family, the entire southern region will become Valanti’s territory?”
“That’s right. Oh, by the way, the small territories in between have also been subjugated to the Valanti territory. If we compare them to a single territory, the current Valanti territory could be called a large territory without any exaggeration.”
To sum it up, that’s it.
Everything is going according to Aveiro’s plan.
I don’t need to know anything more than that.
I patted the guy on the shoulder.
“I’m going to go now. I’m worried about our little ones and can’t focus on my work.”
“You didn’t even do any work… … .”
He just tapped the guy on the forehead and slowly turned around.
It’s a new experience, but my senses have developed a lot.
I can clearly see Aveiro behind me, holding his forehead and laughing in vain.
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Then the guy said:
“Come in, my lord!”
“Okay.”
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So I came out.
[The war that began silently ended silently, and you devoured the entire kingdom.]
I turned my head.
I meet the eyes of the handsome master.
[Today’s date is October 10th.]
The teacher’s eyes become complicated for a moment.
I didn’t say anything.
October 10th.
This is the date when the Teslan Empire was founded.
[I wonder if it’s a twist of fate. On the day that Teslan was founded, Teslan was destroyed. So you don’t think about ‘founding a nation’?]
Founding of a nation.
I didn’t show it, but I thought about it a lot.
That’s the conclusion I reached.
“Not yet.”
[no?]
“Yes. If I wanted to be a king, I would have been a king. If I wanted to be an emperor, I would have been an emperor. But now, I have no such thoughts.”
[… … .]
“If someone without such thoughts builds a country, becomes a king, becomes an emperor, is the country created in this way really a proper country? I am skeptical.”
[… … .]
“Julius Teslan wanted to erase the shadow of the Master and blamed all the sins on the Master. That’s how he gained power and became the emperor. That’s how he collapsed. A nation without clear beliefs and created only for personal desires has a set end. More importantly, the number of people who will be harmed in the process of reaching that end is probably uncountable. Master, you don’t want me to become just like him, do you?”
Let’s smile a little and the teacher smiles too.
Beyond that, we said nothing.
Because.
This fate is like a child’s plaything, it’s just a matter of time, I’m sure I’ll be able to establish a ‘nation’ someday.
That is fate, and that is inevitability disguised as fate.
I slowly raised my head.
“When that time comes, I hope that my teacher will be by my side.”
[There will be.]
“Really?”
[I have never told a lie. I didn’t have to.]
He nodded.
By the way, I wonder what our little ones are doing right now.
I think Cell went to Count Maurice’s house with our older sister, um.
“Shall we go now?”
[Let’s do that.]
* * *
The dust clears.
The view seen through it.
Charlotte was lying unconscious on the floor, with Harold Lynch standing in front of her.
A sword held in hand.
Harold thought, holding his beloved sword, Lanzi, engraved with a dragon pattern and sharp enough to cut through anything.
‘… … Is it really right to save this child?’
I felt it the moment I first saw it.
This child will become a master in the near future.
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As time goes on, you can also use gold, red, and, less certain, black mana like Jack Valantier.
The problem is that the child’s temperament is excessively violent.
‘No, if it was simply violent, that wouldn’t be a problem. The problem was the murderous intent, the murderous intent that couldn’t be controlled.’
So pure.
People basically need food, clothing, and shelter.
Wearing, eating, and sleeping.
Charlotte simply added one more thing to the concept of food, clothing, and shelter.
Just killing.
To regard killing as natural as eating, as natural as sleeping, and as natural as wearing.
It was Charlotte’s problem that Harold had figured out.
He slowly adjusted his grip on the sword he was holding.
An internal conflict begins.
‘… … If we don’t kill this child now, how many people will die in the future?’
I guarantee you that it will be a meaningless massacre, nothing more, nothing less.
Suddenly I wonder.
Did Jack Valanti know this?
if.
‘Is the reason we’re raising Thanos to stop this child?’
If that’s true, I’m betting everything on it.
‘That’s clearly a failure. From my perspective, Thanos is absolutely inferior to this child. No, that expression itself is meaningless. Thanos and Charlotte are incomparable in the first place.’
Because, in the eyes of Harold, the owner of the golden mana, Thanos’ limitations were visible.
Thanos.
You really have to grow well to reach the 5th circle.
Honestly, even the 5th circle is ambiguous.
‘If it was before the circle was shattered, if it was before the bloodline was shocked, then it might not be so, but Thanos now cannot stop Charlotte.’
Harold’s grip on the sword hilt was tight.
There.
Knock- knock-
Something flows slowly.
Red blood.
Next, Harold’s wrist, soaking red.
‘Even though he’s a 4th circle mana user, he’s still able to inflict wounds on a mid-level master… … .’
Harold took up his sword.
If you stab it like this.
If I stab this murderer like this… … .
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“Phew.”
That was it.
Harold relaxed his grip and retrieved his sword.
Killing?
Harold couldn’t do it.
No, I didn’t.
At that moment, I put the sword back into the empty scabbard.
“That’s fortunate.”
A clear voice was heard.
That’s the voice of someone who shouldn’t be here.
Harold quickly turned his head and could see.
Jack Valantier with a doll sitting on his shoulder.
He was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.
“If you had taken just one more step, you would have died.”
